Thursday 7 April 2011: Watched...
405/365: ... because Mummy's just about to leave the house
"Please don't leave me" - that was the first thing Maddy said to me this morning. Lying in bed, barely awake... and yet she knew just the thing to stop me in my tracks as I tried my hardest to leave the house by a quarter to seven this morning. "I don't want you to go", she continued a few minutes later.
What can you say? I gave her a cuddle and said I didn't want to leave her either but that I would be back later. But grief, these are the tricky bits of being a working mum.
That and the fact that you always look slightly shabbier than everyone else with hairs escaping every which way and the odd stain which you only notice after you've been at work for at least two hours and have met plenty of people in the meantime. *cringe*
At least the commute this morning was a bit better. Left the house at about 6:50... got to Sheffield at about five past 8. Although I've worked a slightly longer day as a result (though did escape for a quick walk at lunchtime), I'm not as bone crunchingly tired as yesterday which involved four hours of traffic jam participation.
Am going to have to find ways of making the journey more interesting though. I was idly mulling over commuter concepts today:
'Caraoke' - the art of singing along with the radio
'Radio silence' - when cars stop in traffic and the person taking part in caraoke realises everyone's watching them
'Accardion player' - the driver who likes to let a gap build in heavy traffic, then close it up... then lets it build... then closes...
'Mobile hairstresser' - woman who'se late for work and is attempting to do their hair whilst driving
'Complete winker' - young bloke who beeps and winks at teenage girls at bus stops
'Tasting the amber nectar' - the feeling of heady intoxication brought about by nipping through the lights on yellow
'Pass artist' - person who over and under-takes on the motorway all to save themselves milliseconds on their journey
'Slap dance' - an attempt to keep lipstick application to the lip area whilst not crashing into the car in front.
'Wheelie bin' - transit van packed full of rubbish
'Taxidermist' - aggressive cab driver with a death wish who needs to get stuffed
Am sure there are more. My brain is so tuned in to the trivial, I'm sure this list will grow. :o))
PS My blips are properly crap at the mo - blipped earlier, then deleted, but am putting this back while I have a dither. Has anyone else been at this point? Unsure why you're bothering but in a holding pattern of blipping so's not to leave a gap if you don't end up giving up? I almost deleted my journal but couldn't easily find out how to do it so didn't. What is the matter with me???